𝙫𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙚 » gojo satoru.

UNVEILING IDENTITY.

𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝟯,, 𝘂𝗻𝘃𝗲𝗶𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝘁𝘆.

𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦
𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴.

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𝗛𝗘 𝗚𝗔𝗭𝗘𝗗, 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗠𝗢𝗦𝗧 𝗣𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗘𝗡𝗖𝗘 𝗜𝗡 𝗬𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗦.

Your name? It had been so long since you last used your name in a conversation with someone else. Conversations were almost always short lived, whether it be with a cashier or someone else.

".. I'm [name] [last name]," you replied, after a moment's hesitation. Gojo pondered for a moment, then shrugged. 

"Doesn't ring a bell," he stated, and you couldn't tell if he was joking or not. As complete strangers, it would only be natural that he hadn't ever heard of you. It shouldn't be strange at all. 

However, gojo must've seen the confused look on your face, as he added onto his previous statement. "I know most of the sorcerers around Jujutsu Tech," he said, and at that moment, you officially deemed that this man was nuts. "And I don't recall someone called [name] [last name]."

At this point, you were beyond lost. 

"Jujutsu Tech?" you asked. It was added to the overflowing basin of questions you held for Gojo. He was mysterious, a force that, despite the fact that you didn't know him and his strength all too well, wouldn't reckon with. 

Now, it was his time to look confused.

"You don't know what Jujutsu Tech is?" asked Gojo, completely baffled. "How can you know how to use a cursed technique, be able to sense me despite being blind, know what a Jujutsu sorcerer is, but not know Jujutsu Tech?"

That was the most you had ever heard him speak. 

His answers to your previous questions earlier were all short and curt. This time, he had let out a long sentence in one blur, and if you were being honest with yourself, his voice was nice to listen to. it felt and sounded like it was dripping in honey, with sharp edges that protruded and broke free of the glistening syrup. 

It was a nice change of pace from only your music filling up empty space around you. 

"Well," you shrugged, and decided to just give him the obvious answer. "No one ever told me."

Gojo didn't know what to say.

Would it be right, to invite someone as docile looking as you, to Jujutsu Tech, where violence, fighting and blood were the norm? 

He'd save that decision for later. For now, he'd settle with explaining to you what exactly Jujutsu Tech was, and what they did. Then, he'd leave the decision on whether or not you wished to join completely up to you. To him, you seemed like the type to ask him to take you to Jujutsu Tech on your own if you were interested. 

he'd start with the bare minimum, just to see how much you knew. 

"Have you seen curses before?"

You thought about it for a while. 

Did he mean those deformed blobs that occasionally roamed the streets? 

You have seen them before; only that they weren't appearing as frequently in your neighborhood as of late. Perhaps you had Gojo to thank for that, perhaps not. Maybe they were dealt with another way, by someone else. 

Your mouth parted to reply, ".. You mean those weird, deformed blobs that walk around and no one can see?" you asked. 

Gojo nodded slowly. "You could put it that way."

You found relief by his words.

For a while, a few years ago, when you suddenly started seeing these so-called curses, you had deemed yourself going mad. And now, this man was telling you, that seeing those things was perfectly normal. 

Your mind's gears spun, trying to connecting the dots.

Jujutsu sorcerer. Cursed energy. Curses. Jujutsu Tech. Gojo Satoru. 

Nope. Didn't ring a bell. 

Part of you wished to ask Gojo if you were capable of going to this Jujutsu Tech he had mentioned prior, and the other part of you knew that in the world of constant fighting and violence, you would be nothing but a hindrance. 

Yet, you still wished to go.

"Do you wish to go?" Gojo's honeyed voice broke you through your thoughts, and you hesitated. 

"If it's not too much trouble," you replied slowly, hesitantly. You could feel a swish of air. Gojo had nodded.

With another swish, and a small thump and skid, Gojo was on his feet. You stood as well, activating your cursed technique as your eyes as you did. Gojo stood before you for a moment, before tilting his head up to the sky, hair shifting. 

"It's getting dark," he murmured. "I trust that I'll meet you here tomorrow?"

You nodded, knowing full well that he was not like you and was capable of seeing things. 

Gojo nodded back, giving you a small, soft smile. 

You could tell that his current smile was still not completely genuine, even if it was more genuine that the smile he had first given you when he came over. 

"See you," waved Gojo, as he began to make his way down the cobblestone road, towards the direction he had come from. The sorrow that hung off his form when he and you had first met had lessened. It was a mere faint wisp now, still there, but softer. Calmer. 

You felt calm, too. You felt the calmest you had in months. 

It was funny; two complete strangers, who had met mere hours ago, were capable of soothing each other's pains, and were capable of opening up. 

It amused you so. 

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